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Nov 2020
I steam my face with a cup of boiled water.
I have the flu
and I move in closer to the steam, closer and closer
once I've reached far down as I can
I hear the noise, something like a sea shell
then
I remind myself
we are all in one body with no space for mechanics.
We scream and we laugh and we cry
the noise echoes inside the room
we throw ourselves to the comfort.
We are in one hollow.
We are individuals.
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